Inject it, Ethan! NOW!" Fang Yuan's voice was no longer human; it was a discordant screech of indigo and gold.
Ethan Vance, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and a sudden, strange clarity, slammed the Anti-Mana canister into the junction where the golden threads met Fang Yuan's spine.
The reaction was a violent, metaphysical seizure. The silver liquid didn't just poison the link; it acted as a solvent for reality. Fang Yuan felt his Rank 2: Silicon-Weaver core dissolve. The global grid he had built, the satellites he controlled, and the "Order" he had imposed on Earth began to crumble.
"If I cannot be the Master... I will be the Void!" Fang Yuan roared.
He triggered the Null-Logic Rupture. He didn't just sacrifice his cultivation; he burnt his very memories of the Higher Dimensions to create a psychic explosion. The golden threads snapped, retreating into the rift with a literal scream of celestial agony. The Rank 4 Sovereign was momentarily blinded by the sheer "Nothingness" Fang Yuan had unleashed.
The blast threw Ethan and Lia across the bunker. As the violet light receded, the "Mental Leashes" Fang Yuan had placed on them shattered.
For the first time since the Silver Nebula, Lia felt her mind grow clear. The fog of total obedience lifted, replaced by a cold, sharp realization of who—and what—Fang Yuan truly was. Beside her, Ethan felt his "Prophet" status stabilize; he was no longer a puppet, but a master of his own terrifying genius.
In the center of the crater, Fang Yuan lay broken. His skin was pale, his indigo eyes now a dull, flickering grey. He had no mana. No rank. No threads. He was, for the first time in centuries, truly mortal.
He looked up at Lia and Ethan, who were now standing over him, no longer as servants, but as the new masters of Earth's technology.
"You are... free," Fang Yuan rasped, a bloody, defiant smile on his lips. "But remember... the Golden Ocean... still has your scent. And I... am the only one... who knows how to kill a God."